(from) Text for tired eyes – Tyler Knott Gregson
This is to the sound of my name in your mouth,
the way it dances off your tongue and leapfrogs through the air to find me again.
To the whispers and the screams, and the muted mumblings of your tired morning voice
and the words you don’t remember saying. and the ones you do.
This is to the heart that’s too big for your body
and to your body, that’s too small to hold all your dreams…